Misc. Erotica The Rice Pulling Scam: A Tale of Seduction and Betrayal By Novelist Casanova

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The next morning when I woke up, I sat on the edge of the cot, staring at the fading sandalwood tilak smeared across the mirror, left behind like a cruel joke. My reflection stared back — hollow-eyed, lips trembling, a woman unrecognizable even to herself.

He was gone.
No letter. No word. No device. No truth. Just an empty room and a deeper emptiness inside me.
One hundred crores. I had handed it over with trembling fingers, each rupee tied to my dreams. MLA dreams. Power dreams. A name that would echo in corridors, not merely kitchens. But he had taken it — and something more precious. My belief. My innocence in the power of faith. My very will.
How did I not see it? The practiced eyes. The perfectly rehearsed mantras. The way he touched his rudraksha beads — all ritual and no reverence. He knew what I wanted. And he fed it to me like slow poison — hope, respect, purpose.
I thought I was making a choice for a greater cause.
But I had been nothing more than a pawn in a con so vile, so carefully spun, that even my ambition seemed complicit.
He had spoken of energy. Of awakening. Of unlocking hidden power.
What he unlocked was my own self-hatred — the kind that festers when you realize you walked into your own ruin, willingly.
I wrapped my saree tighter around me, as if I could shield myself from the shame curling up from my stomach. But cloth couldn’t hide it. Dignity, once torn, doesn't stitch easily.
This wasn’t just betrayal of trust.
It was a betrayal of belief, of body, of identity.
I had trusted a mask.
And now, I would have to face the world — not as Sudha the powerful councillor, but Sudha the gullible fool.