Thriller The Game!! Season 2 : Sex & Politics (Starting now)

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Rupa took a deep breath and adjusted the gold necklace around her neck, her reflection in the mirror taunting her with the reality of the situation. Her hands trembled as she smoothed down the crimson sari, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had spent hours getting ready, her eyes lined with kajal, her lips a bold red that matched the color of the fabric. Her long, black hair was swept into a neat bun, a few strands left loose to frame her face.

With a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the plush hallway of the hotel, the carpet beneath her feet thick and silent. The chandeliers above cast a warm, golden glow that reflected off the polished chrome surfaces. She felt like a moth drawn to a flame, each step taking her closer to a fate she both dreaded and accepted.

Her heart was a drum in her chest as she approached room 701. She could almost feel the eyes of the wealthy hotel guests upon her, their judgments and whispers echoing in the grand emptiness of the corridor. The door was a heavy, oak monolith, a barrier between her and the man who held the key to her family's future. With trembling hands, she raised her fist and rapped her knuckles against the door bell, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa dresses up in a crimson sari and prepares herself for the ordeal ahead, her emotions a tumult as she heads to room 701 in a luxurious hotel, where a wealthy man's pleasure could determine her family's fate.

The door swung open, revealing a man in his early 60s, his silver hair immaculately combed and his eyes sharp as knives. He was dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, his belly straining against the fabric like a sack of gold. His expression was sober, but his eyes lit up with a hunger that sent a shiver down Rupa's spine. She knew that look well, had seen it in the eyes of men like him before. The rich, the powerful, the ones who thought they could buy anything, even a woman's dignity.

With a gesture that was more of a command than an invitation, he stepped aside, allowing her to enter. Rupa took a tentative step into the opulent room, her eyes scanning the luxurious decor, the king-sized bed with silk sheets, the bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. The air was thick with the scent of money and lust. The man closed the door behind her, his movements precise, and she could feel his eyes on her, stripping away the layers of her clothing with every step she took.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa is met by a wealthy man in room 701, whose predatory gaze makes her acutely aware of her precarious position. The opulent setting underscores the stark reality of the transaction she's about to endure.

Reluctantly, Rupa walked towards the bed, her heart hammering in her chest. She had been through this before, countless times, but the fear never truly left her. Her body was a commodity, a currency in the world of debts and deals, a fact she had come to accept but never reconciled with. Yet, as she sat on the edge of the bed, the plush mattress giving way slightly beneath her, she found that this man was different. He didn't immediately pounce on her like a starving beast. Instead, he took his time, lighting a cigar, the end glowing red in the dim light. He offered her one, his eyes never leaving hers, and she took it with trembling hands.

The smoke filled the air, a silent testament to the transaction about to unfold. She took a deep drag, the acrid taste doing little to calm her nerves. He watched her, his gaze unblinking, and she knew she had to play the part. She had to be the seductress, the siren that drew him in, even though every part of her recoiled at the thought. She leaned back, allowing the sari to slip down her shoulder, exposing her firm, round breast. His eyes flickered to it, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. But he didn't reach for her, didn't touch her. Instead, he took a seat in a plush armchair across from the bed, his legs crossed, and his cigar clenched between his teeth.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa is surprised by the wealthy man's restrained behavior. He observes her intently as she plays the seductress, but maintains his distance, smoking a cigar and watching her from an armchair.

"You can call me Suresh," he said, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to echo in the quiet room. He took a moment to study her, his eyes lingering on her face, her neck, her breasts, and finally her trembling hands. "And we need to get ready," he continued, gesturing out of the window. "For a party."

Rupa's eyes widened in surprise. A party? The opulent suite she had been brought to was definitely not the setting she had envisioned for the evening. But she knew better than to ask questions. This was the price she had to pay to keep the debt collectors at bay, to ensure that Sonu had a birthday party next year. She nodded silently, her heart racing with a mix of fear and confusion.

"If you're comfortable in what you're wearing, that's fine," Suresh said, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I've had a dress sent up for you, just in case." He gestured towards the bathroom, where a garment bag lay untouched on the counter. "It's in there. You can change if you wish, but remember, it's entirely your choice."

Rupa's eyes flitted to the bag and back to him, her mind racing. The crimson sari she had so carefully chosen was already feeling like a prison, sticking to her damp skin in the oppressive heat of the city. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'll just... I'll just go and... change."

SUMMARY^1: The wealthy man, Suresh, informs Rupa they are attending a party and offers her a choice of wearing the provided dress, emphasizing it's her decision. She is surprised by the unexpected turn of events but decides to change in the bathroom.

Suresh nodded, his expression unreadable. He turned away, giving her a small measure of privacy. Rupa slipped into the bathroom, her hand shaking as she unzipped the garment bag.

The light from the vanity mirror cast a soft glow on the emerald fabric, revealing a stunning chiffon sari with intricate gold embroidery and a halter neck blouse that barely contained her ample bosom. She felt a strange mix of emotions as she held the luxurious fabric against her skin. It was beautiful, a stark contrast to the worn, cheap clothes she usually wore. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to feel like a queen, a fantasy she hadn't indulged in since her village days.

But the sound of the door creaking open brought her back to reality with a jolt. Suresh was standing there, his eyes lingering on her exposed back. Rupa's hands froze on her blouse hook clasp, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never felt more vulnerable in her life, but she knew she had no choice but to face him. She turned, her eyes meeting his unflinchingly.

"We should be leaving in ten minutes," Suresh said, his voice low and smooth, his eyes never leaving the soft swell of her breasts. Rupa felt a flash of anger at his audacity, but she knew she couldn't afford to antagonize him. Instead, she took a deep breath and forced a smile.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa finds an elegant sari in the bathroom and is momentarily lost in a fantasy of opulence. However, Suresh's intrusion snaps her back to reality, reminding her of her vulnerability and the need to maintain a submissive demeanor.

"Yes, Suresh ji," she said, her voice calm and even as she quickly fastened her bra. The fabric was sheer, revealing the dark areola of her nipples through the flimsy material. She knew he could see, knew he was watching, but she refused to let him see her discomfort. She pulled the emerald sari over her head, wrapping it around her body with a grace that came from years of practice. The silk whispered against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She felt like a different person in this outfit, a woman with power and allure, not the downtrodden wife and mother she had become.

When she emerged from the bathroom, Suresh's eyes lit up with appreciation. "You look... exquisite," he murmured, holding out his hand to help her into the dress. Rupa took it, feeling a strange warmth spread through her body. His touch was gentle, almost tender, unlike the rough grip of Gajendra's meaty paws.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa changes into the luxurious sari, feeling both vulnerable and powerful. Suresh's gentle assistance and compliment offer a brief respite from her usual degrading treatment, but she remains guarded and aware of the transactional nature of their interaction.

SUMMARY^2: Rupa meets Suresh, a wealthy man, in a luxurious hotel room. Despite his predatory gaze, he surprisingly offers her a choice of attire for a party, and she changes into an elegant sari provided. His unexpected kindness pierces through her fear but doesn't dissolve her suspicion about his intentions.

In the car, Suresh was the perfect gentleman, making small talk about the weather and the city's latest cricket match. He was charming, and for the first time in months, Rupa felt a flicker of relief. Maybe this weekend wouldn't be as bad as she'd feared. The tension in her shoulders eased a fraction, and she found herself smiling genuinely at his jokes. The plush leather seats and the smooth ride of the luxurious vehicle were a stark contrast to the rickety bus she had taken to the city. She had to admit, there was something comforting about being driven through the rain by a man who knew the value of discretion and kindness.

As they approached the grand hotel where the party was being held, Rupa felt a twinge of nerves. She had never been to such a place, never walked on marble floors that gleamed under crystal chandeliers. Suresh noticed her anxiety and placed a comforting hand on her knee. "Don't worry," he assured her. "You'll be the belle of the ball."

His words were kind, and for a moment, she allowed herself to believe him. Maybe this weekend wouldn't be the hell she'd feared. Maybe there was some small shred of humanity in this man, some spark of decency that could save her from the horror she had been dreading.

SUMMARY^1: During the car ride, Suresh acts courteously, which comforts Rupa and provides a brief respite from her fears. His assurance that she'll be well-received at the party gives her a glimmer of hope amidst the anxiety of her situation.

They arrived at the hotel, and the valet opened her door with a flourish. The lobby was a whirlwind of glitz and glamour, with men and women in their finest attire swirling around her. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the sound of laughter that seemed to echo off the gleaming marble floors. Rupa's heart raced as she took in the opulence, feeling utterly out of place in her simple, yet elegant sari.

Suresh took her by the hand, his grip firm but gentle. "Just follow my lead," he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. "And remember, you're safe with me."

The party was indeed a page from a different world, one where the affluent society of the city gathered to flaunt their wealth and power. The room was a kaleidoscope of color and glamour, with men in tuxedos and women in gowns that cost more than Rupa could ever imagine. The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over everything, making even the plush velvet dbangs seem to shimmer with an otherworldly allure.

As Rupa walked in on Suresh's arm, she felt a strange sense of protection. Despite the leers and whispers that followed them, his presence was a buffer between her and the judging eyes of the elite. She clung to his side, her heart pounding in her chest like a caged bird desperate for escape. Suresh, for his part, played the role of the proud patron, introducing her as a friend from out of town, a lady who had captured his heart with her beauty and grace.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa is overwhelmed by the luxurious hotel and the high society party. Despite feeling out of place, Suresh's protective demeanor provides some comfort. His introduction of her as a charming companion helps navigate the judgmental gazes, but she remains trapped by her circumstances.

The rich women she encountered glanced at her with a mix of curiosity and something akin to respect. Rupa realized with a start that they must think she was Suresh's wife or at least a significant other. The thought brought a brief smile to her lips, a taste of the sweet victory she had never imagined she could claim. For a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the glow of their envy, to revel in the illusion that she belonged in this world of opulence and power.

Suresh led her through the throng, his hand resting possessively on her lower back. He stopped to greet several well-dressed men, their faces vaguely familiar from the newspaper articles and TV news that Bhuvan used to read and watch back in the village. They were politicians, men who held the strings of fate in their well-manicured hands. They greeted Rupa with a nod of the head, their eyes lingering on her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts above the sari. For the first time since she had entered this glamorous nightmare, she felt a semblance of dignity. They didn't know her as the woman who had to sell her body to survive, but as a member of their own elite class, someone who could mingle with them on equal footing.

The whispers grew louder as they approached the center of the room. Rupa's heart hammered in her chest as she recognized the man Suresh was heading towards: the Chief Minister himself. Suresh introduced her with a flourish, his voice proud as he said, "This is Rupa, my dear."

SUMMARY^1: At the party, Rupa experiences a fleeting sense of belonging and dignity as she's mistaken for Suresh's significant other. The attention from high-profile guests, including the Chief Minister, adds a layer of protection, though the reality of her situation is never forgotten.

The Chief Minister took her hand in his, his grip firm and surprisingly gentle. He looked into her eyes, and she felt a strange sense of power. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Rupa," he said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Suresh has told me much about you."

Rupa felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She had never been the center of attention before, especially not in such a prestigious setting. The way Suresh had introduced her, with such pride, had made her feel like a queen. For a brief, fleeting moment, she forgot about the grime of the slum and the horrors she had endured. In this room full of the city's elite, she was someone important, someone to be admired.

Once they had managed to extract themselves from the throng of people surrounding them, she turned to Suresh with a look of bemusement. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice. "I'm just a simple village girl."

Suresh's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Because, Rupa," he replied, his hand resting gently on the small of her back, "you are the most beautiful woman in this room, and I wanted everyone to see it."

Her laugh was light and airy, like the first notes of a sitar in the morning breeze. It was a sound she hadn't heard from herself in a long time. "You flatter me," she said, her cheeks still warm with the blush.

SUMMARY^1: The Chief Minister greets Rupa, and she feels a surprising sense of power and belonging. Despite her humble origins, Suresh proudly introduces her, reinforcing her temporary elevated status at the party. Their interaction brings a moment of genuine happiness to her, a stark contrast to her usual life.

Suresh leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "Flattery is for those who don't know their worth," he whispered. "You, my dear, are a jewel that deserves the world's admiration."

With that, he excused himself to mingle with other guests, leaving Rupa to find a moment's respite at the bar. The cool, gleaming surface of the counter was a stark contrast to the sticky heat of the kitchen she knew so well. She ordered a drink, something fizzy and sweet that she hoped would calm her nerves. As she took a tentative sip, she couldn't help but feel like a fish out of water in this sea of opulence.

Before she could take another sip, two men approached, their suits as shiny as their shoes. They leaned against the bar, their eyes flicking to her with a glint of interest that made her skin crawl. One of them, a man with a thick mustache and an oily smile, began to flirt, his Hindi laced with English words that sounded ridiculous to her ears. "Hello, gorgeous," he said, his voice slithering through the air like a serpent. "You look like you could use some company."

The second man, younger and with a smarmy expression, joined in. "Is that true?" he asked, his eyes traveling down to her chest and back up. "You're not enjoying the party alone, are you?"

SUMMARY^1: Suresh leaves Rupa at the bar, where she feels out of place amidst the luxury. Two other men approach her, their flirtatious behavior making her uncomfortable. Despite her initial excitement, she's reminded of the reality of her situation and the transactional nature of her presence at the party.

SUMMARY^2: Rupa attends a high-society party with Suresh, experiencing moments of comfort and dignity due to his protective nature. She interacts with influential guests, including the Chief Minister, who treats her with respect, giving her a fleeting sense of belonging. However, the advances of other men at the bar serve as a stark reminder of her vulnerable position.

Rupa's smile froze on her face. She knew their kind, the type who saw a vulnerable woman as easy prey. She took a deep breath and tried to keep her voice steady. "I'm with someone," she said, hoping they would take the hint and leave her be.

But fate had other plans. Just as the two men were about to press further, Suresh appeared at her side. "Is there a problem?" he asked, his voice cool and authoritative. The men looked at him, then back at Rupa, their smiles faltering.

Without waiting for an answer, Suresh slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "This is my wife," he announced, a possessive glint in his eye that sent a thrill down Rupa's spine. The lie rolled off his tongue so easily that even Rupa felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, it could be true. The men's expressions changed immediately, their eyes widening in surprise before they stumbled over their words, offering their apologies before retreating into the sea of glittering gowns and tuxedo-clad guests.

SUMMARY^1: When two flirtatious men approach Rupa at the bar, she feels threatened. However, Suresh arrives and claims she's his wife, effectively warding them off. His lie saves her from an uncomfortable situation, and for a moment, she allows herself to believe in a different reality.

Suresh's touch remained gentle as he led her away from the bar, his hand guiding her through the throng of people. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and she felt a warmth spread through her body that had nothing to do with the heat of the room. His proximity, his protectiveness, it was intoxicating. As they mingled with the city's elite, Rupa felt a strange sense of belonging. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to feel safe, to feel like she was more than just a pawn in a twisted game.

Their bond grew stronger with each passing minute, their laughter echoing through the grand ballroom as they danced to the live band's music. Suresh whispered compliments into her ear, his breath tickling her neck as he spun her around. She found herself lost in his arms, her fears and worries melting away. For one magical evening, she was not the poor village girl who had been forced into this life, but a lady of high society, cherished and adored.

When the music stopped and the emcee announced the crowning of Mrs. Evening, a collective gasp filled the room. To Rupa's astonishment, Suresh stepped forward and placed the glittering crown on her head. She felt a blush creep up her neck, her eyes wide with disbelief as the crowd erupted into applause. The weight of the crown was nothing compared to the joy that filled her heart.

SUMMARY^1: Suresh's protective behavior and affection at the party make Rupa feel safe and valued. Their bond strengthens, culminating in Suresh surprisingly naming her Mrs. Evening, a gesture that fills her with a rare sense of belonging and joy amidst the degrading reality of her life.

The dinner that followed was a blur of delicious flavors and polite conversations. Rupa sat beside Suresh, his hand resting possessively on her thigh beneath the tablecloth. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at his touch, despite the ache between her legs that served as a stark reminder of the price she would pay for this night of glamour.

Suresh leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "You've done well, Rupa," he murmured. "You've made me proud."

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she turned to him with a tentative smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The band struck up a tune, and Suresh stood, holding out his hand to her. "Dance with me," he said, his voice a command wrapped in velvet. Rupa felt a jolt of panic - she hadn't danced in public since her wedding, and certainly not in a place like this. "I can't," she protested, her eyes wide. "I don't know these moves."

Suresh chuckled, the sound as smooth as the whiskey he'd been sipping all evening. "Don't worry, I'll lead," he assured her, pulling her to her feet. His hand rested at the small of her back, guiding her through the crowded room. Her heart raced as she stumbled over the unfamiliar steps, but she found herself laughing, the tension of the evening slipping away.

SUMMARY^1: During dinner, Suresh's affection and approval make Rupa feel special. He commands her to dance with him, and despite her fears, she complies. His guidance allows her to enjoy the dance, and she feels a brief respite from the tension of her life.

The music was a sensual mix of beats and melodies that seemed to resonate in her very soul. Suresh's hand slid up her spine, his thumb tracing the line of her blous strap, sending shivers down her spine. Despite herself, she leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. His breath tickled her neck as he whispered, "You're a natural, Rupa."

The compliment sent a jolt through her, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of pleasure. It had been so long since anyone had looked at her with anything other than lust or pity. She felt... alive.

As they pulled away from the hotel in the sleek, black car, the rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and shiny. The city lights reflected off the pavement, casting an eerie glow through the windows. Suresh turned to her with a smile, his eyes lingering on her face. "You know, Rupa," he said, his voice low and velvety, "you're the most beautiful woman I've seen in a long time."

Rupa felt a blush creep up her neck, a mix of pleasure and wariness. "Thank you," she murmured, unsure of how to respond to such a bold compliment. She looked down at her hands, folded neatly in her lap.

"Tell me, Suresh ji," she ventured, hoping to steer the conversation away from dangerous waters, "what is it that you do? You mentioned you're from Dubai."

SUMMARY^1: Suresh's compliments during their dance make Rupa feel alive and desired. Afterwards, in the car, she deflects his romantic advances by inquiring about his work and background, seeking to maintain a respectful boundary amidst her conflicting emotions.

Suresh's smile grew wider, his eyes never leaving the road. "Ah, Rupa," he said, his voice a purr of self-importance, "I'm a political lobbyist and consultant. I make sure the right people are talking to each other, that the deals get done, you know?"

Her eyes widened. Political power and connections. It was more than she had ever dreamed of. Maybe, just maybe, this was the way out for her and Sonu. "That must be quite interesting," she said, her voice carefully measured. "And challenging, too, I imagine."

Suresh chuckled, his hand resting comfortably on the steering wheel. "It has its moments," he conceded. "But I find that with the right... incentives, people are quite willing to cooperate."

Rupa felt a shiver run down her spine at his implication, but she kept her expression neutral. "And what are these incentives, Suresh saab?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Suresh's eyes flickered to hers in the rearview mirror, a knowing look in his gaze. "Well, my dear, it could be anything," he said, his voice like silk. "Money, power, or sometimes... something more personal."

The car pulled to a stop, and the driver opened the door. Rupa stepped out into the cool night air, feeling a sudden urge to call Bhuvan and Sonu. It had been hours since she'd seen them, and she needed to hear their voices, to remind herself of why she was doing this.

"Please, Suresh saab," she said, her voice a mix of desperation and hope. "Could I borrow your phone for a moment?"

SUMMARY^1: Suresh reveals his work as a political lobbyist and hints at using personal leverage for his dealings. Rupa remains neutral but is intrigued by his power. She feels a sudden longing for her family and requests to use his phone to call them, a clear indication of her desire to maintain contact and a semblance of normalcy amidst the unfolding situation.

SUMMARY^2: At the party, Suresh protects Rupa from unwanted advances and gives her the title Mrs. Evening, which brings her a rare sense of belonging. Despite his affection, she maintains boundaries by engaging him in conversation about his work, hinting at her need for respect and normalcy.

Suresh's smile never wavered. "Of course," he said, handing her the sleek device. "Go ahead, make your calls."

Rupa took the phone with trembling hands and slipped into the quiet bathroom. She closed the door behind her, the sound echoing in the marble chamber. The coolness of the lobby was a stark contrast to the heat of the city outside, and she took a moment to compose herself before dialing Bhuvan's number.

The phone rang once, twice, and then she heard his voice, rough with sleep. "Rupa," he murmured, a hint of concern in his tone. "Kaise ho? How are you?"

Her heart swelled with love and fear as she whispered back, "Main theek hoon, Bhuvan. But I... I miss you. And Sonu." She could hear the rustling of blankets as he sat up, fully awake now. "Is everything okay?"

"Ji, ji," she assured him, trying to keep her voice steady. "We had a surprise birthday party for Sonu today. He was so happy. I just wanted to tell you." She paused, her eyes brimming with tears. "But I have to go now. I'll be back soon."

Bhuvan's voice grew softer. "Be careful, Rupa. I don't like you being out so late."

Rupa nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "I will," she promised, her throat tight. "I love you. And tell Sonu I love him too."

"I will," Bhuvan said, his voice heavy with understanding. "And Rupa?"

"Yes?" she asked, her voice cracking.

"I'm proud of you," he said simply. "Whatever you're doing, keep your head high. We'll get through this together."

SUMMARY^1: Rupa uses Suresh's phone to call Bhuvan, lying about a surprise birthday party for Sonu. Despite her fear, she maintains composure and assures him of her love and safety. Bhuvan's response is filled with concern and support, reminding her of the strength of their bond and the shared burden of their situation.

Rupa's eyes filled with tears, and she nodded again before ending the call. She took a deep breath and returned to the living room, handing the phone back to Suresh with a forced smile. He studied her for a moment, his gaze gentle, before nodding. "lets get inside," he said, his voice low. "We have a big day tomorrow."

The suite was indeed lit by candles, the warm glow casting dancing shadows across the plush carpets and gleaming surfaces. It was a stark contrast to the starkness of their lives in the slum, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of excitement. The bedroom door was open, and she could see the large, king-sized bed, its pristine white sheets and pillows covered in a sea of red rose petals. It was a romantic scene straight out of a Bollywood movie, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of anticipation.

But as she stepped into the room, her heart sank. The reality of her situation was stark, the opulence serving as a stark reminder of the price she was paying for this brief escape from their crushing debt. She sat on the edge of the bed, her back ramrod straight, trying to ignore the way the petals tickled her skin. Suresh moved closer, his eyes never leaving hers. He was a predator, she knew, but he had promised her a weekend of protection, a weekend where she could pretend to be someone else.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa calls Bhuvan, lying about the reason for her absence and receiving his reassurance. Returning to Suresh, she sees the luxurious suite, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. The romantic setup triggers an emotional response, yet the stark contrast with their real life emphasizes the transactional nature of her situation and the cost of their deal with Gajendra.

He whispered in her ear, his breath warm and sweet with the scent of expensive whiskey. "Remember, Rupa," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Tonight, I am your husband."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and she felt his hand caress her belly, sliding lower to trace the sensitive skin of her navel. His touch was gentle, almost tender, and she couldn't help but feel a spark of something she hadn't felt in years - desire. But she pushed it down, burying it under layers of fear and anger. This was not love; it was a transaction, a means to an end.

"And I am your wife," Rupa replied, her voice a seductive purr. She turned to face him, her eyes meeting his in the dimly lit room. "I don't mind having suhagraat with my husband tonight on this bed," she teased, her voice laced with a hint of resentment that she hoped he wouldn't catch.

Suresh's eyes darkened with lust at her words, and he took a step closer to her. "Ah, my sweet and spicy evening," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "Always so eager to please."

Rupa stepped back, her eyes flashing with defiance. "But, Suresh ji," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr, "what kind of wife would I be if I didn't greet my husband properly?" She spoke with a pretentious naughty voice.

Suresh's gaze raked over her, and she saw the hunger in his eyes. He nodded, his expression eager. "Good girl," he said, his voice gruff. "Now, go and get ready for me."

rupa asked in mischievous tone , " what do you mean by get ready" ?

SUMMARY^1: Suresh and Rupa engage in a playful, yet tension-filled conversation in the candlelit suite. He calls her his wife for the weekend, which ignites a brief flicker of desire within her despite her resentful heart. They flirt with the power dynamics of their situation, with Rupa playing along to maintain her cover, hinting at the transactional nature of their relationship while adhering to the role she must play.

The suite was a sanctuary of opulence, a stark contrast to the grimy slum walls she called home. The candles flickered, casting soft shadows across Suresh's face as he watched her with a predatory gaze that sent a shiver down her spine. He took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. "You know, in our culture, a wife is not supposed to be seen dressed on her suhaagrat," he said, his voice a velvety purr that seemed to stroke her skin even from across the room.

Rupa felt a strange thrill at the mention of the sacred wedding night, a stark reminder of the farce she was living. "It's the husband's duty to make his wife nude," she responded, her voice steady despite the quaking in her chest. It was a bold move, playing along with his game, but she knew she had to maintain control.

Suresh's eyes gleamed in the candlelight as he set down his drink, the clink of the glass echoing in the quiet room. He stood, his movements deliberate and unhurried as he approached her. The anticipation was a palpable force, thickening the air with a heady mix of fear and excitement. He stopped in front of her, so close she could feel the heat of his body, smell the faint scent of sandalwood from his cologne. Without a word, he reached for the neckline of her sari, his fingers deftly unhooking the top.

SUMMARY^1: In the luxurious hotel suite, Suresh and Rupa continue their charade, discussing the cultural significance of a wife's attire on her wedding night. Rupa, playing along, suggests that a husband typically undresses his wife, which excites Suresh. He approaches her with intent, touching her sari's neckline, setting a tense and anticipatory mood.

SUMMARY^2: Rupa calls Bhuvan, lying about a surprise party and receiving his support, before returning to Suresh. In the suite, they engage in a flirtatious conversation, maintaining the facade of a married couple. Suresh's touch on her sari neckline escalates the tension, hinting at the transactional nature of their relationship.

SUMMARY^3: Rupa meets Suresh in a hotel and attends a high-class party with him, experiencing brief moments of respect amidst the luxury. Despite his protectiveness, she remains wary of his intentions, setting boundaries, and calls Bhuvan, who supports her cover story. Later, they return to the suite where their interaction grows more intimate.

The fabric fell away from her shoulders, revealing the soft swells of her breasts. He took his time, savoring every inch of exposed skin. Rupa's heart hammered in her chest as she watched him, her eyes wide and unblinking. She felt naked and vulnerable, but she knew she had to play along. The gold chain and mangalsutra around her neck seemed to weigh heavier with every second that passed, a constant reminder of her true identity.

He stepped closer, his breath warm on her skin as he whispered, "You're even more beautiful than I imagined." His hands skimmed her shoulders, tracing the line of her collarbone before sliding down to her breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs circling the hardened peaks of her nipples. Despite herself, she couldn't help but gasp at the sensation, her body betraying the fear that held her in its icy grip.

Suresh's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of her. He reached for the gold chain around her neck, the mangalsutra swinging gently as he pulled it over her head. Rupa felt the warmth of his skin against hers as he placed it on the nightstand. "Now, you're truly mine," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Rupa swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her body was responding to his touch. She was a married woman, a mother, and yet here she was, standing naked before a stranger. But she knew the price of this masquerade, the future she was buying for her son, and she steeled herself for what was to come.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa allows Suresh to remove her sari, exposing her body to him. His compliments and tender touches elicit an involuntary reaction, highlighting her vulnerability. Despite the internal struggle, she remains focused on the ultimate goal of providing for Sonu, which empowers her to endure the intimate act.

Suresh stepped back to take her in, his gaze lingering on the gold chain that lay across her bare breasts, the mangalsutra a stark contrast against her skin. Her heart was racing, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The only other piece of clothing she had left was the scrap of fabric that barely covered her mound, a small patch of curly hair peeking out from beneath.

"Your husband is a lucky man," he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the red line of her bindi. His fingers were surprisingly gentle, and for a brief moment, Rupa allowed herself to believe in the lie she was living. But the touch of his hand against her skin, the way his eyes devoured her, brought her back to reality with a jolt.

Suresh stepped closer, his own desire now palpable in the air. With trembling hands, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a chest that was as hairless and well-oiled as the rest of him. His pants followed, and before she could blink, he was standing before her in nothing but his briefs. Rupa felt her stomach flip as she took in the size of his manhood, straining against the fabric.

SUMMARY^1: Suresh continues to undress, his desire growing as he compliments Rupa's appearance and touches her bindi. Rupa feels conflicted, caught between the illusion and her reality. She watches as Suresh removes his clothes, revealing his arousal, which intensifies her anxiety and the gravity of the situation.

He reached out and hooked his fingers under the elastic of her panties, pulling them down with a slow, deliberate movement. She stepped out of them, her heart hammering in her chest. For the first time since she had been in this room, she felt truly naked, exposed in a way that went beyond the lack of clothing. Suresh's eyes roamed over her body, a look of hunger in his gaze that made her want to shrink away from him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I've wanted this from the moment I saw you."

Rupa felt a strange mix of repulsion and arousal as Suresh's eyes traveled down her body. He leaned in, his breath warm against her neck, and whispered, "You know, I prefer it au naturel." His hand drifted down to her mound, the coarse hair tickling her skin. He parted her legs, his eyes widening at the sight of her unshaven pussy. "You like it this way, don't you?"

SUMMARY^1: Suresh expresses his desire for Rupa, calling her beautiful and hinting at his preference for natural beauty. Despite feeling exposed and conflicted, she is aware of her own arousal, and his touch ignites feelings that make her feel both uncomfortable and excited, highlighting the complexity of her situation.

With surprising gentleness, Suresh pushed her onto the plush bed, his weight pressing her into the softness. He began to suckle on her breasts, alternating between them as if savoring a delicacy. Rupa's nipples grew taut with pleasure, her breath coming in short gasps. His tongue traced a wet path down her torso, pausing briefly at her navel before dipping lower. He spread her cheeks apart, his hot breath ghosting over her asshole. She felt the tip of his tongue dart out, teasing the sensitive flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but arch her back, giving him better access.

"maaza aa rahi hai?" he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with lust. Rupa's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She had never felt anything like this before, the intimacy of his touch making her feel both cherished and objectified. She nodded, unable to find the words to articulate the tumult of emotions coursing through her.

Suresh took this as an invitation to delve further. His tongue traced the delicate folds of her pussy, exploring every inch of her unshaved cunt with a hunger that surprised and thrilled her. The coarse hair tickled his nose, adding to the sensation as he lapped up her juices like a man dying of thirst. Rupa's hips bucked, her body betraying her as she succumbed to the pleasure he was giving her. She had never felt so exposed, so raw, so alive.

SUMMARY^1: Suresh demonstrates an unexpected gentle side, pleasuring Rupa by licking and exploring her body, including her unshaved genitals. Despite feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal, Rupa can't deny the sensation is unlike anything she's experienced, making her feel both vulnerable and alive as she succumbs to his skilled ministrations.

SUMMARY^2: Rupa allows Suresh to undress her and engages in intimate acts despite her conflicted emotions. His gentle touch and compliments stir feelings in her she didn't expect, yet she remains focused on her goal for Sonu's future.

When he finally pulled away, she looked up at him with eyes glazed over with lust. "kaise chudaigi aj rat ko dalring?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Suresh smirked, his eyes dark with desire. "aaj rat toh aap meri pati dev ho," she said, her voice low and gruff, "jis style mae chodoe, main us style mae i chudungi."

His gaze softened, and he nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. He leaned in, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered, "fir aj raat, tere chut ki achi tarike sae khatir dari karenge"

Suresh took control, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every moment. He kissed her deeply, his hands exploring the curves of her body that had been hidden beneath layers of fabric. His touch was firm, yet gentle, a stark contrast to the brutish behavior she had come to expect from the men in Gajendra's world. Rupa felt herself melting into the bed, her fears momentarily forgotten.

But as his hands grew more insistent, she stiffened. "Suresh ji," she whispered, pushing his hand away from her thigh. "Condom."

Suresh froze, his eyes searching hers. "What?"

"Condom," Rupa repeated, her voice firmer. "pl... pl le lo."

Suresh's smirk slipped away, replaced by confusion and annoyance. He sat back, his erection still proudly pointing towards the ceiling. "What's the matter, Rupa?" he asked, his voice gruff. "Afraid of a little fun?"

SUMMARY^1: Rupa whispers her need for a condom, hinting at the transactional nature of their encounter. Suresh's initial confusion and annoyance highlight the stark difference in their expectations. Despite her growing fear, she maintains the boundary she's set to ensure her own safety.

"No, Suresh ji," Rupa replied, her voice firm. "But I can't take that risk." She watched him, her eyes unwavering as she waited for his response.

Suresh stared at her for a moment, his expression a mix of confusion and irritation. "apni pati ke lund maa condom mae kaise logi," he stuttered, his hand hovering over the nightstand where he had placed the small packet.

Rupa's jaw tightened as she met his gaze. "mere marad waise nahin hai," she said, her voice steady. "woh meri khayal rakhti hai." The words stung her, a twisted reminder of the lie she was living. But she knew she had to protect herself.

Suresh's eyes narrowed, his frustration evident. He leaned back on the bed, his hand still stroking her slick folds. "Tum itni zid mat karo, Rupa," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "chup chap chudwa lo..maza ayega." His thumb found her clit, circling it with expert precision, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to give in.

Rupa's breath hitched as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm. "Nahin, Suresh ji," she whimpered, her body betraying her. "Please, with the condom."

Suresh's hand didn't stop. The relentless pressure on her clit was driving her insane, and she felt her resolve slipping away. Her eyes squeezed shut, she whispered, "okay,bas ekbar ..bina condom ke...uske baad..aaauuuu"

SUMMARY^1: Despite Suresh's seduction and her own body's urges, Rupa maintains her demand for a condom, emphasizing her need for protection. Her firmness leads to a tense moment where she is tempted to give in, but she ultimately succumbs to his persuasion for one time without it, with the understanding they will use protection afterward.

With a triumphant grin, Suresh positioned himself at her entrance. Rupa's body was trembling with anticipation and fear. He slammed into her with a force that made her scream out his name, the sound echoing in the room. His thick cock filled her up, stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. She could feel his excitement as he talked dirty to her, his breath hot against her neck. "maza aa rahi hai, Rupa," he growled, his eyes piercing hers. "bol mujhe."

Her nails dug into the bedspread as she tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. "Aaah,ha ..suresh ji, dheere sae kar zalim" she gasped, her voice strained. "ap ki lund bahut mota hai."  she knew it was what he wanted to hear. His strokes grew deeper, his grip on her hips tightening with every thrust. His filthy words painted a picture of ownership and dominance, each syllable a declaration of his power over her.

But amidst the pain and degradation, Rupa felt something unexpected. Her body responded to his touch, her muscles clenching around his thick shaft. It had been so long since she had felt such intense pleasure, and she couldn't help but moan his name, her voice a symphony of need and desperation. She bit her lip, the taste of copper in her mouth as she tried to hold back the confession that bubbled up inside her.

SUMMARY^1: Suresh begins the sexual encounter without a condom, overwhelming Rupa with a mix of pain and excitement. Despite her initial reluctance, she succumbs to his dominance and the intensity of the experience. Her body responds, and she inadvertently expresses her pleasure, which fuels Suresh's aggressive behavior.

In that moment, she realized that Suresh, for all his charm and sophistication, was no better than the beasts she had been forced to endure in Gajendra's world. He took from her what he wanted, her body a mere vessel for his own gratification. Yet, she found herself lost in the sensation, her thoughts swirling in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. Was this what it felt like to be truly desired? To be taken by a man who saw her as more than just a commodity?

Rupa's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezed shut as she whispered, "kash mere pati bhi aisa kar sakta toh..." The words slipped out before she could stop them, a stark confession of the deep-seated dissatisfaction that had festered within her marriage. Suresh stilled for a moment, his eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, Rupa looked away, her voice a mere whisper. "Nothing," she lied, hoping he hadn't heard her. But she knew she had made a mistake. The line between her forced compliance and true desire had blurred, and she had allowed a part of herself to be revealed that she had kept hidden, even from herself.

Suresh leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with a mix of anger and fascination. "Tell me, Rupa," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "What did you just say about your husband?"

Rupa's breath hitched in her throat as she tried to pull away, her mind racing. "kuch nhin," she protested, her voice barely audible. "aahhh...auuuuu....main toh mar jaungi...aaahhh"

SUMMARY^1: Overwhelmed by the intensity of their encounter, Rupa inadvertently expresses a desire for Bhuvan to be more like Suresh in the bedroom. Suresh, sensing her vulnerability, stops and questions her about her husband. She quickly backtracks, but the moment of honesty has exposed a rift in her emotions and the reality of her situation.

SUMMARY^2: Rupa initially demands a condom but ultimately succumbs to Suresh's persuasion for unprotected sex, leading to a complex emotional exchange where she inadvertently expresses a desire for her husband to be more like Suresh sexually.

Suresh's thrusts grew more vigorous, his grip on her hips tightening. "You like it, don't you?" he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "Your husband can't give you this, can he?"

Rupa's body arched back, her moans a mix of pleasure and pain. She couldn't deny it - Bhuvan had never made her feel this way. But she had made a deal with the devil, and now she was paying the price. Her mind raced with thoughts of her husband, of the gentle, loving man who had never raised his voice to her, never raised his hand to her. Yet here she was, with this monster, feeling more alive than she had in years.

Gajendra's eyes bore into hers, a twisted smile playing on his lips as he drove into her deeper. "You like it, don't you?" he growled, his voice a harsh contrast to the sweet whispers of the rain outside. "Your husband can't fuck you like I can, can he?"

The words hit Rupa like a slap in the face. She had been so lost in the moment, the pleasure and pain intermingling in a confusing dance that she had let her guard down. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill out. "Na," she whispered, the word slipping out despite her efforts to keep it contained. "aisa maza mujhe kabhi nahi mila kisi ke saath."

Suresh chuckled, his chest heaving with exertion. "See," he said, his breath hot against her neck. "kyu mazaa aa rahi hai na...dekh sali...tujhe aisa lund chahie thae.... teri chut ki garmi ko uttar ne kel iye"

SUMMARY^1: During sex with Suresh, Rupa inadvertently admits that she enjoys his roughness more than Bhuvan's gentle approach. This revelation cuts deep, highlighting the stark contrast between her marital intimacy and the degrading yet exhilarating experience with Suresh. She feels conflicted, torn between guilt and the newfound sexual awakening.

Rupa's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to ignore the harshness of his words. She couldn't deny the intense sensations he was bringing to life in her body, but she also couldn't ignore the way he talked to her. thop...thop.....thop...!!! The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small hotel room, punctuating every syllable of his crude words.

"jor sae..auuuu...aur jor ...ahh .se...," she gasped, her voice hoarse from the effort of keeping the moans from spilling out. "apki und ki deewani ho gayi,,,,ahhhh....oouuuuu." She knew it was what he wanted to hear, what would keep him from stopping. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions - fear, anger, and a strange, dark thrill that she didn't dare acknowledge.

Her nails dug into the plush hotel bedspread, the fabric bunching under her fingers as she arched her back to meet each of his brutal thrusts. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the room, a grim symphony of their transactional dance. Each time he filled her, she felt a twisted mix of pleasure and pain, his roughness a stark contrast to Bhuvan's tender love-making.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa succumbs to Suresh's harsh words and actions, finding a perverse pleasure in the pain he inflicts. Despite the degradation, she plays her part, fueling his ego and satisfying his desires, all while her mind is torn between fear, anger, and a disturbing thrill that she can't fully understand or admit to herself.

suresh's grin grew wider as he watched her face contort with every deep, punishing stroke. He could tell she was close to breaking, her cries no longer just for show. His hand slammed down on her ass, leaving a red handprint that stood out against her pale skin. "tere chut ki bhosda bana ke rahunga aj rat ko saali..." he taunted, his grip on her hip tightening.

Rupa felt the pressure building, the dam about to burst. She was about to cum, she could feel it, the sweet release that she hadn't felt in so long, when suddenly, Suresh pulled out, leaving her panting and frustrated. She opened her eyes, glaring at him through a curtain of hair that had fallen over her face. "kya hua?" she hissed, her voice laced with annoyance.

With a smirk, he said, " chal ghodi ban ja, Rupa darling. teri gand ko hilate hui dekhna hai tujhe chodne ke waqt."

Rupa felt a flare of anger at his crude words, but she complied, turning onto her hands and knees on the bed. She could feel the coolness of the sheets against her hot, sticky skin as she presented herself to him. Suresh's hand gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he guided his cock back inside her, this time from behind. His thrusts were rougher, more primal, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips. He was right. She was his bitch, and she was about to be used like one.

SUMMARY^1: Suresh continues to degrade Rupa, pushing her to her limits with his harsh language and actions. Rupa, though angered, continues to submit to him, reaching the edge of climax before he pulls out and forces her into a more degrading position. Despite her anger and frustration, she is drawn to the raw sexual power he holds over her, which she hasn't experienced with her husband.

Suresh's grip on her hips was like steel, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her in a way that Bhuvan never had. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, but she bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. The words he whispered in her ear were filthier than anything she had ever heard, a stream of profanities that made her cheeks burn with shame and arousal.

And then it happened. Rupa's body betrayed her, arching back as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. She couldn't stop the scream that tore from her throat, a sound that was part pleasure, part despair. Her muscles clenched around him, and she could feel the heat building, the tension in her stomach coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through her body.

Suresh chuckled, his grip on her hips never wavering. "kyu mere rupa darling," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "chudai ki maza liya na puri."

SUMMARY^1: Rupa reaches an intense climax with Suresh, despite her initial resistance. His dominance and filthy whispers push her over the edge, causing a powerful orgasm that leaves her feeling both satisfied and ashamed. His remark afterward confirms his perception of her as a mere sex object, reinforcing the stark contrast between this encounter and her loving relationship with Bhuvan.

SUMMARY^2: Rupa's encounter with Suresh leads to an intense climax, despite his degrading behavior. This highlights the difference in her marital sex life and the new, disturbing thrill she finds in their transactional interactions, leaving her conflicted and ashamed.

Rupa's cheeks burned with a mix of anger and arousal as she felt his hot, veined dick throbbing in her pussy signalling he is about to cum. "kaha chahie prasad mere ek rat ki biwi ko?" he had asked her earlier, his voice thick with sarcasm. She had replied without thinking, "apni biwi ki muh mae," hoping to wipe the smug grin off his face. But he had simply laughed and said, "Na, Rupa. You're not that kind of girl. aj rat biwi banaya tumhe , do taake ka randi nahin."

Now, as the intensity of her orgasm subsided, she felt his body tense and his grip tighten. He pulled out and aimed his cock at her ass, his hot, sticky cum spurting out and splattering onto her skin. "ab bolo kaha chahie apni pati ki prasad," he panted, a smug look on his face.

Rupa's cheeks flamed with a mix of embarrassment and anger as she felt the warmth of his semen on her skin. She had meant it as an insult, but he had taken it as a challenge and turned it into another degrading act. Yet, as she lay there, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of power, knowing that she had pushed him to his limits and beyond. She took a deep breath and turned her head to face him, her eyes flashing with a fiery determination. "fir jaha apki marzi ho, Suresh ji," she said, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions raging within her.

SUMMARY^1: After her climax, Suresh continues to humiliate Rupa by asking where she wants his cum. Rupa feels a complex mix of anger and arousal as she watches him ejaculate on her. Despite the degradation, she maintains a sense of control, turning his challenge back onto him and showing she won't be fully broken by his actions. Her defiant response leaves a hint of power struggle in the air.

Suresh chuckled, his hand trailing down her spine to rest on her ass. "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he said, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly. Rupa's eyes narrowed, but she didn't protest, knowing that she had to play this game if she wanted to protect her family. suresh cumed on her ass...rupa can feel the warm thick cum of suresh trailing down her ass cheek..., she rolled over onto her side, her breasts pressing against the cool hotel bedsheets, and pretended to catch her breath.

The room was silent except for their ragged breaths and the distant sound of the city outside the window. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a stark contrast to the pristine white walls and gleaming surfaces. Suresh's eyes followed the curve of her body, his gaze lingering on the red handprints that stood out starkly against her golden skin. He leaned over and kissed her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

Rupa shivered, a strange mix of revulsion and arousal coursing through her. She knew she should feel dirty, used, but instead, she felt... alive. The weight of his cum on her ass was a constant, sticky reminder of what she had allowed to happen, but it was also a symbol of power. She had endured, she had taken it, and she had come out the other side.

SUMMARY^1: Rupa maintains her composure after the degrading act, feeling a complex mix of emotions. Suresh's gentle touch and kiss add to the tension between them, with Rupa feeling both repulsed and alive. The physical marks of their encounter serve as a symbol of her endurance and the power she derives from her ability to manipulate the situation for her family's benefit.

Suresh, surprisingly, seemed to sense the shift in the air. He rolled over to face her, his own chest heaving from exertion. His eyes searched hers, and she saw something flicker there - something she hadn't expected to see in the cold, hard gaze of a man like him. He reached out, tracing her cheek with a gentle finger. "You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice softer than she had ever heard it before.

Rupa felt a pang of something she didn't quite recognize. Was it pity? Pity for herself, pity for him? She didn't know, but she knew she needed to keep playing the game. She leaned into his touch, letting her eyes flutter shut as he trailed his fingertips down her neck, over her collarbone, and across the swell of her breasts. He took a deep breath, his hand cupping her gently, and she felt her nipples peak under his palm.

"How was it, Rupa?" he whispered, his voice a caress in the quiet of the hotel suite. "Did you like it?"

Rupa's eyes snapped open, the question catching her off guard. She searched his face, looking for the sneer she had come to expect from men like him. But all she saw was curiosity, a hint of vulnerability. It was unsettling. "achhi thi...fine," she said, her voice a hoarse whisper.

Suresh's eyes searched hers, his hand still cupping her breast. "Just fine?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

SUMMARY^1: Suresh shows an unexpected gentleness towards Rupa, confusing her with his sincere compliment. Rupa plays along, leaning into his touch, allowing him to fondle her while internally processing her feelings. When asked if she enjoyed it, she responds with a noncommittal 'fine', leaving Suresh unsure of her true feelings. His smirk suggests he's aware of her internal conflict and may be trying to read her.

SUMMARY^2: Suresh degrades Rupa further by asking her where she wants him to cum, but she responds defiantly. Afterwards, he shows an unexpected gentleness that leaves her feeling conflicted. Rupa plays along with Suresh's post-coital affection, keeping her true feelings to herself.

Rupa swallowed, her heart racing. She knew she had to keep her guard up, but something about the way he was looking at her made it difficult. "sach ame... good," she admitted, her voice still a whisper.

Suresh's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, his thumb brushing back and forth over her nipple in a lazy circle. "Jaccha ?" he teased, his other hand snaking down her body to cup her pussy, already swollen and sensitive from their earlier activities. "fir toh khas bana nae paregi."

Rupa's cheeks flushed, her breath hitching in her throat. Despite herself, she felt a flutter of excitement at his touch. "Theek hai," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "But mujhe ab sochna hai."

Suresh leaned in, his voice a warm whisper against her ear. "What's on your mind, Rupa?" His hand continued to toy with her nipple, his other hand tracing lazy patterns on her stomach.

Rupa took a deep breath, her mind racing. "It's just... I don't know if I can do this," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "I mean, I'm doing it for Sonu, but... it feels wrong."

Suresh's hand stilled, his expression growing serious. He leaned back slightly, giving her space. "What feels wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Rupa took a deep breath, her eyes filling with tears. "Everything," she said, her voice shaky. "Being here with you, letting you do these things to me. It's not what I ever wanted for myself."